I Raised a Sick and Weak Prince

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Chinese Title: 我养成了一个病弱皇子[治愈]

Author: 明桂载酒

Chapter #: 88

Description:

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Su Xi, carefree since childhood, excelled in her studies, and was the beloved good girl by everyone.

Lu Huan, on the other hand, experienced hardships from a young age, barely surviving the humiliations before becoming an emperor.

One day, Su Xi downloaded a romance simulation game app and found that the character in the game had beautiful, pitch-black eyes, matching her aesthetic preferences. She happily entered the child-raising mode.

"Why isn't there charcoal in the child's room? Should I spend money to buy it for him?"

"The child looks better in pure white. Buy, buy, buy!"

"Why are there footprints on the child when he goes out? Is it a side quest to deal with those who bully him?!

Su Xi enjoyed playing the child-rearing game immensely. Meanwhile, Lu Huan, who had lived in mud and blood since childhood, believed that surviving each day was the only goal.

Until he discovered with mixed feelings—

Warm charcoal had been secretly brought into his room.

His torn clothes had quietly been replaced with new ones.

Those young lords who used to mock and bully him were now battered and bruised, afraid to leave their homes.

On his lonely and arduous journey, he unexpectedly gained a Bodhisattva who came to ferry him.

Tags: Ancient times to modern times, Sweet, Transmigration, Refreshing

Keywords: Protagonist: Su Xi ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

Brief summary: He's gloomy and paranoid, insisting on going home with me.

Theme: Planting a fallen little prince in spring, harvesting a pot of tall, handsome, six-pack abs charming big prince in autumn.



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Waking up, Song Qiaoqiao suddenly learned that the world she was in was a novel. The two boys her dad adopted turned out to be the lost sons of wealthy families:

The one with black hair and black eyes who seemed meek became crooked and turned into the major antagonist.

The one with a gloomy, sinister, and deep personality, remained crooked, and later became the ruthless male lead.

The two would later engage in mutual destruction, both suffering, and even involving her whole family.

Song Qiaoqiao, who knew the ending, was stunned. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she madly instilled in her younger brother that the world was so wonderful, trying to use love to influence him. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, she pushed the female lead towards the male lead, letting her strive to use love to influence him.

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A year later, seeing the mentally disturbed major antagonist and the gloomy male lead gradually mellowing, their relationship turning into brotherly friendship, Song Qiaoqiao felt relieved that things were finally settled. She separately handed a sum of money to the soon-to-return antagonist and the male lead.

"You can go home now."

"You can elope with the female lead."

The antagonist's younger brother smiled slightly, "Okay."

The male lead's expression changed as he stared at her, calmly saying, "Okay."

Song Qiaoqiao was delighted. Finally, she could send away these two troublesome "Buddhas."

A few hours later, Song Qiaoqiao found herself with bound hands and a blindfold, waking up from a burlap sack on a speeding eloping car. The male lead rubbed his shoulder, which was sore from her leaning on it, with a cold and icy face.

And the family cars of the antagonist's brother were blocking the road ahead, ready to snatch people.

???? The self-destructive trigger turned out to be herself?

#Don't fight, if you want to fight, go to the dance studio! (No)# 

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